"Hey, Baroa."
"Hmm."
"I... I want to go back to my father to visit him."
I hold in my hand the necklace my father gave me when I was a child, and it shines a little in the dark.
"... Good"
"But... I want to go back tomorrow."
I said softly.
"Really..." Baloa stretched out an arm and held me in his arms. "... I'll take you back tomorrow." He didn't ask anything.
"Yeah." I smiled happily and got into his warm arms.
"... Hello, Ye Ye"
"What's the matter, Baloa?"
"I can give you some time to talk to your father."
"I think... Father will understand me. Because... I know that Baloa is the person I cherish the most..." I said coquettishly.
"... Hmph, really?"
Baloa turned his head. Under the faint moonlight, I saw a smile on the corner of his mouth.
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